Your husband, Derek, was pacing back and forth while you were sitting on the sofa. Derek was venting to you about the bee-keeper dude who just burned down his million dollar building for his company

“This is ridiculous! Is my security this bad? Who would let a guy with gasoline into MY building?”

you pull your cigarette away from your mouth and exhaled the smoke then chime in “sweetie.. I think you’re just overreacting and stre-“

He snapped back at you “No! No I am not overreacting! I am over stressed and- whatever! Just go do something with your life other than bother me! Please!”